SATURNINUS

NOble Patricians, Patrons of my Right, Defend the justice of my cause with arms. And Countrymen my loving followers, Plead my successive Title with your swords: I am his first born son, that was the last That beware the Imperial Diadem of Room, Then let my Father's honours live in me, Nor wrong mine age with this indignity, How fair the Tribune speaks to calm my thoughts. Friends that have been thus forward in my right. I thank you all, and here dismiss you all, And to the love and favour of my Country, Commit my self, my person, and the cause: Room be as joust and gracious unto me, As I am confident and kind to thee. Open the gates and let me in. Romans do me right. Patricians draw your swords and sheath them not, Till Saturninus be Rome's Emperor: Andronicus would thou were shipped to hell, Rather than rob me of the peoples hearts. Along with me, I'll see what hold is here. And what he is that now is leapt into it. Say who art thou that lately didst descend, Into this gaping hollow of the earth. My brother dead, I know thou do to but jest, He and his Lady both are at the lodge, Upon the north side of this ple sant chase, 'Tis not and hour since I left them there. Proud and ambitious Tribune canst thou tell. Titus Andronicus, for thy favours done, To us in our election this day, I give thee thanks in partly of thy deserts, And will with deeds requite thy gentleness: And for and onset Titus to advance, Thy name and honourable family, Lavinia will I make my Empress, Rome's Royal Missed is, Mistress of my heart, And in the sacred Pathan her espouse: Tell me Andronicus does this motion please the . Thanks Noble Titus Father of my life, How proud I am of thee and of thy gifts Room shall record, and when I do forget The least of these unspeakable deserts, Roman forget your Fealty to me. A goodly Lady trust me of the hue, That I would choos were I to choose a new: Clear up fair Queen that cloudy countenance, Though change of warhath wrought this change of chea Thou comest not to be made a scorn in Room Princely shall be thy usage every way Rest on my word, and let not discontent, Daunt all your Hope's, Madam he comforts you, Can make you greater than the Queen of Goths, Lavinia you are not displeased with this. Thanks sweet Lavinia, Roman let us go, Raunsomles here we set our prisoners free, Proclaim our Honours Lords with Trump and Drum. Surprised, by whom? So Bascianus, you have played your prize, God give you joy sir of your gallant Bride. Traitor, if Room have law, or we have power, Thou and thy faction shall repent this Rape. 'Tis good sir, you are very short with us. But if we live, weel be as sharp with you. What Madam be dishonoured openly, And basely put it up without revenge. Rise Titus rise, my Empress hath prevailed Away and talk not, trouble us no more Marcus, for thy sake, and thy brother's here, And at my lovely Tamoras intreats, I do remit these young men's heinous faults, Stand up: Lavinia though you left me Like a Churl, I found a friend, and sure as death I swore, I would not partly a Batchiler from the Priest. Come if the Emperors Court can feast two Brides, You are my guest Lavinia and your friends: This day shall be a loue-daie Tamora. Be it so Titus and gramercy too. Exeunt. And you have rung it lustily my Lords, Somewhat too early for new married Ladies. Come on then, horse and Chariots let us have, And to our sport: Madam, now shall you see, Our Roman hunting. Why Lords what wrongs are these, was ever seen, And Emperor in Room thus overborn, Troubled, confronted thus, and for the extent Oh fegall justice, used in such contempt. My Lords you know the mightfull Gods, How ever these disturbers of our peace Buz in the peoples ears, there nought hath passed But even with law against the wilful sons Of old Andronicus. And what and if His sorrows have so ouerwhelmde his wits? Shall we be thus afflicted in his wreaks, His fits, his frenzy, and his bitterness? And now he writes to heaven for his redress, See heres to Jove, and this to Mercury. This to Apollo, this to the God of war: Sweet skrowles to fly about the streets of Room, Whats this but libeling against the Senate, And blazoning our unjustice every where, A goodly humour is it not my Lords? As who would say in Room no justice were. But if I live his feigned ecstasies Shall be no shelter to these outrages, But he and his shall know that justice lives In Saturninus health, whom if he sleep, He'll so a wake as he in fury shall, Cut off the proudest conspirator that lives. Then go sucessantly and plead to him. But go thy ways, go give that changing piece, To him that flourished for her with his sword: A valiant son in law thou shalt enjoy, One fit to bandy with thy lawless sons, To ruffle in the Commonwealth of Room. And therefore lovely Tamora Queen of Goths, That Like the stately Thebe amongst her Nymphs, Dost overshine the gallanst Dams of Room, If thou be pleased with this my sudden choice, Behold I choose thee Tamora for my Bride, And will create thee Empress of Room. Speak Queen of Goths dost thou applaud my choice? And here I swear by all the Roman Gods, Sith Priest and holy water are so near, And tapers burn so bright, and every thing In readiness for Hymeneus stand, I will not resalute the streets of Room, Or climb my Palace, till from forth this place, I led espoused my Bride along with me. Go take him away and hang him presently? Dispightfull and intolerable wrongs, Shall I endure this monstrous villainy? I know from whence this same devise proceeds. May this be born as if his traitorous sons, That died by law for murder of our brother, Have by my means been butchered wrongfully. Go drag the villain hither by the hair, Nor age, nor honour, shall shape privilege, For this proud mock, I'll be thy slaughter man, Sly frantic wretch, that holpst to make me great, In hope thy self should govern Room and me. What news with thee Emillius ? Ascend fair Queen: Panthean Lords accompany Your Noble Emperor and his lovely Bride, Sent by the Heavens for Prince Saturnine, Whose wisdom hath her Fortune conquered, There S all we consummate our spousal rites. No Titus, no, the Emperor needs her not, Nor her, nor thee, nor any of thy stock: I'll trust by leisure, him that mocks me once, Thee never, nor thy traitorous haughty sons, Confederates all thus to dishonour me. Was none in Room to make a stale But Saturnine? Full well Andronicus Agree these deeds, with that proud brag of thine, That saidst I begged the Empire at thy hands. Die frantic wretch for this accursed deed, Here Tamora, though gri de with killing grief. Now to the bottom dost thou search my wound, Poor Bassianus here lies murdered. O Tamora was ever herd the Like, This is the pit, and this the Elder tree, Look Sirs if you can fi de the huntsman out, That should have murdered Bassianus here. Two of thy whelps, fell urs of bloody kind, Have here bereft my brother of his life: Sirs drag them from the pit unto the prison, There let them bide until we have devised, Some never hard of torturing pain for them. If it be proud, you see it is apparent, Who found this letter, Tamora was it you? Thou shalt not bail them, see thou follow me. Some bring the murdered body, some the murderers, Let them not speak a word the gilded is plain, For by my soul, were there worse end than death, That end upon them should be executed. Is warlike Lucius General of the Goths, These tidings nip me, and I hang the head As flowers with frost, or grass Beatrice down with storms. I now begins our sorrows to approach, 'Tis he the common people love so much, My self hath often herd them say, When I have walked Like a private man, That Lucius banishment was wrongfully, And they have wished that Lucius were their Emperor. I but the Citizens favour Lucius, And will revolt from me to succour him. But he will not entreat his son for us. Emillius do this message honourably, And if he stand in hostage for his safety, Bid him demand what pledge will please him best. What hath the firmament more suns than one? Marcus we will. Why art thou thus attired Andronicus ? It was Andronicus. Because the girl should not survive her shame, And by her presence still renew his sorrows. What hast thou done, unnatural and unkind. What was she ravished, tell who did the deed. Go fetch them hither to us presently.